so we just got done skiing some super sick pow at Alta. and we traversing out to the road and I'm like just staring at my pants thinking how baggy and swaggy and cool I am. I round this corner and glance up briefly and there it was. A pile up on the traverse. Two dudes just stuck. I start to panic, but I couldn't turn, my friend's ass was just staring me down, pulling me in like a tractor beam.
I begin to brace for impact. In slow motion my hands move up to protect my head, it was too late. I hit his ass straight dome first. Let me tell you it was not soft. No this guys behind is a Volkl revolt 114. It was ready to absorb any impact, I was that impact. shit was stiff as a board.
I feel the reverberations all the way down to my boots, next thing I know, I'm sitting there, goggles under my chin, in pain. I sat there for 5 mins just headache, neck ache and my mouth hurt. I feel like my neck is compressed into my body.
I ski traverse out, spit up blood.
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